Tomorrow That Never Came Poem by Joshua Nnachi

Lost names of a fallen tribe
Trapped in a puddle of tears.
They trickle down the dewy horns of Earth, dressed in dirges.

Dawn mourns a fading dusk,
Bidding silent farewells amidst a look of helplessness in line with nature's tide.

She drowns slowly, pierced by the cock's crow...

This birth of mourning births the morning;
'A stillbirth, ' I say -
No! - 'It's still Birth'.

© Joshua Nnachi (Sept.2nd,2021) - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED